A dog has gotta do what a dog has gotta do.
I have my routine you know.
Up early with the "rents" getting a belly rub, then outside to take my morning wizzer.
Get this~Dad opened the french doors to the great outside, and there was the mother load of snow.
Being the dog that I am, I do not enjoy wetstuff on me. It is cold and creepy.
Having the Dad I have, he went out and shoveled a circular path, off and back on to the patio through the white mess.
Not that I do not appreciate the effort, because I do, but this just isn't cutting it for me.
Maybe, I really do not have to "go" as bad as I had first thought.
I can't believe I wait all week for Saturdays to hang out with my ultra-wonderful parents, and I wake to this.
It ain't easy being me.
020610 25" of snow